I smell winter

I am not a fan of the winter, rainy, desert and gloomy season. But I have been smelling winter these days. Not good Well, I didn’t always hate it. When I was a little child (a cute one) I used to live in Sheffield in north England, it was a ghost city as Wass describes it. It is really cold there in all seasons especially in winter when it snows. I enjoyed doing a snow man and throwing snow balls at my brother who would start crying and go tell my mom (فتان). I was as Purg once commented a Paddington bear, I used to wear an overall snow coat, rubber boots (my boots were froggie boots with froggie eyes :P), ear cover, wool scarf and wool clothes; I used to wear that just to reach school or play outside. Then we moved to North London Cricklewood. It didn’t snow much as in Sheffield, but when it snows I, my brother, sister, two of my friends, one of my brother’s friends and our neighbour would go to play in a park near us; and do the ugliest snow man ever. In Central London it wasn’t fun at all in winter, it was always raining and when it snows it becomes filthy and grey. Winter in Kuwait is a desert winter; not much raining but really cold. And I am always ill in winter, I get the cold each time one of my family members gets it, and my asthma gets worse. Those clouds get me the gruffly feelings; I don’t go out much because I always feel it’s already sunset time. But once, all of my father’s family went camping in K.S.A’s desert for ten days and we joined them; we camped in the middle of the desert where no humans could be seen, it was freezing yet was fun.